August 21, 2017 12:02 PM
Mystics and photographers share a common interest: the Light is everything to them.
I sat in the doorway of my van and watched the Light gradually soften and fade. I felt the inevitable. … Read more…
I sat in the doorway of my van and stared out over the river. The contrast between the beauty of Nature and the divisiveness of the online world stuck me.
Why are so many people angry today? Why does it seem like everyone is attacking anyone whom they see as different?
The river burbled. The tall grass swayed. The clouds floated. Boundaries vanished and I expanded and disappeared and became One. Tao. Harmony. Peace.
And, from deep within the fog of my ancient memories, my Frog Master whispered:
Thoughts. Thoughts are Man’s blessing. Thoughts are Man’s curse.
A moose crossed the river.
Feeling blessed, feeling guided, feeling… confirmed, I raised my camera and took a photo of him.
And all the while, the river burbled contently.
Waiting in Charlotte for a flight down to Ft. Lauderdale, I sat and watched all the people dealing with delays and waits and tensions and boredoms. You don’t have this opportunity often when you live the way I do.
What do all these people have in common? What do we all have in common (besides staring at our phones too much)?
We are all filled with Clear Loving Awareness. It is what makes us the same. It is what makes each of us Divine.
We all know we exist.
We all are acting from Love.
We are all Aware.
Behind the fog of the me-me-me thing, everyone is the same. Everyone is You.
As I took a break from writing—the first since I last wrote—I stepped outside and saw what looked like a small, thick stick on the ground mat outside my van.
Feeling so in touch with Her—because of the writing, because it felt like we were writing in collaboration—I stepped over to examine the stick more closely.
As the cricket flew off with a rapid click-click-click-click, I smiled in joy. Tears of gratitude filled my eyes. It was beautiful.
She is everywhere and in everything.
Here’s what I/We wrote this morning for Being God: A User’s Manual. Rough, direct-from-mind-and-heart-to-digital-paper-no-editing, draft. … Read more…
I needed to go deeper. I still feel this need. I’m grateful for all the notes of support from you. I’m okay.
Here’s what I’ve discovered so far. Here’s what I’m working on. Here’s how you can do the same if you’re so inclined. … Read more…
Here’s the book I was working on: My Dying Words: The Last Thoughts Of A Wandering Mystic
There comes a time when we must walk the Path alone. That time has come for me.
I’ll see you soon.
I love you. Be Happy. Find Peace.
From the upcoming book… … Read more…
But I hadn’t read it myself in awhile.
So I did. And I was struck by it. I was struck by how I didn’t write it.
I’m sure Walt Whitman wrote just as clunky as I do above, but all his great works were written by Her… just as the following was written by Her through this Wayne-thing. It still amazes me. … Read more…